Death looked me right in the eye.
It said, don't worry, it's not time to die.
But if your wondering when it'll be.
The time will come, I garantee.
Intertwining birds of prey.
Would cast dispersions feathered grey.
Which way to go, evil or good.
Not knowing if the other should.
Reflective depths beneath the shore.
Shows us what heaven has in store.
To see beyond the natural realm.
Is to know that God is at the helm.
Inside out on the avenue.
A peek inside an outer view.
The day began with constant silence.
In a neighborhood without a fence.
for Debbie Guzzi's What do you make of this contest.